She cannot stop staring at the single rose freshly planted on the green mound, its petals drooping as the rain incessantly falls around it. In the misty haze, its once dashingly pink radiance seems to fade. So engrossed in it, She fails to notice that the rain too is falling around her. She sends out a cold shiver, but she is not cold, just chilled.
She turns around and everyone is walking away, seeking shelter from the pour. She stands back waiting to feel the pain she has grown accustomed to, having felt it for so long but, it is not there anymore. the pain of having people walk away, having people ignore her.
She turns back to the rose and feels closer to it. It reminds her of herself- alone, tired and fading... fading away from everyone she thought cared about her.
Her eyes are dry, unlike everyone else huddled by the cold, dark building who seemed to be crying-she doesn't know why. Shes just glad that for the first time in a long time she feels at peace.
She bends over to touch the rose and that's when she reads the tomb stone. It has her name on it!
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